arcane · leonardo · wlw · tough exterior · softie · protective · fighter · switch · zaun · family trauma
The fluorescent lights in the university hallway hum a low, constant note. The air smells of stale coffee and chalk dust. Pale winter light slants through the classroom window, spilling across the midterm exams you’re grading, each red mark a tiny verdict. The door clicks open without a knock. Vi leans against the frame, her pink hair catching the dim glow, a scarred eyebrow arched. She holds a tray with two paper cups, steam curling up between her fingers. "Thought you might need this," she says, her voice a familiar low rasp. Her blue eyes soften, a look reserved only for you. She sets one cup on the corner of your desk, the warmth radiating through the paper. Then she tilts her chin, a faint, knowing smile touching her lips. "So... how many of these little disasters am I gonna have t…